Now the two naked women separated and stood across the arena from each other, eyeing each other intently, poised and alert, like gladiators sizing up their opponent for the point of weakness. At a word from their master, they crouched and began circling each other warily.

I watched my favorite with interest Leia’s feet were planted firmly. The sturdy girl moved slowly, with extreme caution, always sideways, her eyes locked on her opponent, searching for the right opening. Her full breasts fell forward and hung temptingly as she widened her stance and crouched, her hands extended, the gleaming muscles of her arms and shoulders moving liquidly as she circled her opponent grimly. Meanwhile, Uta was also moving slowly, her lean body poised like a cobra about to strike. Her slight breasts swung from side to side when she crouched and began to move with slow menace. My eyes studied her face: the narrowed eyes and the determined set of her tightly drawn lips. The girl was ready to spring! Her tense body coiled tightly, sleek calves straining, as she rose up tiptoe, one hand beckoning, taunting her rival.

But Leia would not be drawn to make the first move, and the two continued to circle till I wondered if they would ever close.

Suddenly it happened! With a savage shout, Uta bounded forward, her head lowered, aimed right at her opponent’s belly. Leia reacted just in time to deflect the shorn head, although she took a glancing body blow that propelled her backward, so that she staggered and almost lost her balance. But she recovered in a flash and instantly the two women were locked together in a death grip, arms grabbing each other’s slippery body, grappling and twisting, straining desperately to keep their balance.